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Video, UN: Kassandra

[Kassandra had spent the better part of a day figuring out just how to use the Omni before doing this. She's not technologically inclined, but once she had certain things pinpointed it wasn't difficult to work out some of the basic functions. Including ill-advised videos introducing herself, though she clearly hasn't mastered the Art of the Selfie.

The video feed opens at an odd angle showing a tanned woman, thankfully right-side up, staring at it with furrowed brows. Deep in concentration for a moment more, she simply stares at the camera in silence until she seems to come to a conclusion. Nodding, the woman exhales, and finally speaks up.]

...Hello. If other people are able to hear me, please say something so I don't keep talking to a rock and wondering if it really is magic or if I am crazy.

[Her voice has a heavy Greek accent, and if her attire is any indication she is not of the modern era.]

If I am talking to a magic rock, then know that my name is Kassandra, and I am looking for my family and my crew. Men named Alexios, Nikolaos, Barnabas and Stentor...and women named Myrinne, Roxana, and Odessa. I have hope that I am not alone in being reborn in this strange land, yet I have seen no sign of them.

[There's a pause as she fiddles with the Omni one more time.]

Aletheia, if you can hear this, show yourself.

[And then the feed drops.]

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[Oh, that's Greek mythology - and apparently reality for you.]

The former.

I suppose that would be too much to hope for, heh.

[She inhales.]

What did you say your name was?

Delilah Dirk. Adventuress by trade.

Ho?

[Adventuress? Well, that and a pretty face speaking to her in familiar words have her attention completely. She leans forward, eyebrows raised with interest.]

And what kind of adventures have you had, Delilah?

Oh, well, let's see.

[She starts counting on her fingers.]

There was a time I robbed the Great Turk of the Ottoman Empire - oh, the ruler of Anatolia and a bunch of other stuff in my time - [Useful translation, that.] - then there was the time I dodged between two armies in a continental war, or the time I saved a refugee ship from a cruel island governor...

[She's going to go on, clearly.]

[Some of that makes a bit of since, like Anatolia. She and Herodotus had visited it's shores once...and the whole rest of it, well, it's interesting but Kassandra has other priorities.

Namely? Food.]

Delilah, I'd love to hear more, but if I am honest, I would prefer to speak in person?

Perhaps over some sort of meal, if you'd be able to show me where to find such a thing.

[She nods.]

Easily arranged. I know where there's some tolerable food, at least. Nothing like home, alas. But adequate.

Well, I am by the boardwalk. And anything will be fine.

[Honestly, she's used to eating a LOT worse than here.]

Where should I meet you? Or should I just wait?

[She holds up her journal, opened to the surprisingly thorough map she's drawn of everywhere she's been.]

I've been about. Easier for me to come to you, really. Won't be two shakes of a lamb's tail.

I'd ask where to find you, but you strike me as being on the distinctive side.

I've been told that.

[Kassandra settles down to wait, taking a bench.]

Look for the one woman here wearing armor. I'm difficult to miss.

[She nods and signs off. It doesn't take her long to get there, especially since she gets there in the most Delilah Dirk way possible - namely taking rooftops and hanging ropes wherever possible. She doesn't need to, per se, but it helps to stay in form.]

[And the woman who approaches Kassandra, ultimately, isn't exactly faded into the background herself, what with the swords strapped to her person

So.

[She folds her hands in front of her, clearly excited. Not every day you get to meet someone from further back then she is.]

When are you from? We can walk and talk. Food's that way.

[She thumbs over her shoulder.]

[Kassandra waits patiently, and when Delilah arrives, her gaze focuses immediately on the other. There's a hardness in her eyes that fades after a few heartbeats, replaced with something warm and welcome. She is a mercenary used to being hunted by a cult, and is little paranoid by necessity. It would fade with time and distance, but for now she felt it wise to truly consider everyone she met before committing to anything.

Delilah, with her bright smile and eager mannerisms, passed muster.]

I...cannot tell you a when, as I do not understand how dates are kept in this world. But if you are familiar with Greece, then I am from a time when Sparta and Athens were at war. Pericles and Archidamus were the rulers of Athens and Sparta. If that helps you place me, any.

[She moves to follow, watching Delilah for a reaction.]

[She notices that well enough, and doesn't blame her. Live by the sword, and all that - one has to be wary.]

Oh, I should say I'm familiar. I'm half-Greek myself. [She smiled.] Half-Greek, half-barbarian - Albion, if you know it.

[She can adjust her terminology easily enough.]

And oh, it does. Peloponnesian War. About...two thousand, two hundred years back, from when I am. I grew up on all the old stories. Been to half the sites the war was fought on, really, in my travels.

I'm afraid I don't know Albion.

[Following is easy, her demeanor much, much more relaxed now that she was moving and comfortable. Kassandra hated being stationary for too long, her body longing for movement.]

Two thousand years is a long time. I can't imagine that most of the sites are more than ruins. Though, I can say that as someone who has been there...it was not much prettier than I'm sure it is now. Battles are ugly things.

Island, far away. Past Gaul? I'm translating from time periods, obviously - soggy little place, but it turned out alright.

[But as for the rest...]

Ugly enough, oh yes. And ruins...well, perhaps. But they're quiet and beautiful now. Which is better than a battlefield generally.

I will just take your word for it that it's far away, then. We aren't there now, I'm assuming.

[Generally, she's not much of one for geography. Or scholarship. She is a big musclebound oaf.]

So, you travel when you're not here?

[She grins.]

Oh, no. It's much more gloomy and far drier. And I do indeed. The Mediterranean is...well, my oldest friend, really.

Oh? Why do you say that?

[Poseidon was a fickle asshat, Delilah. Don't talk too nicely about the sea.]

[That he may well be, but he hasn't seen fit to try to screw with her yet.]

Travelled every inch of it. Island hopped from Gibraltar to the Aegean, down to Africa and 'round again.

I've flown over quite a bit of it, too.

You've...flown?

[Oh, Delilah. That's new to her.]

Mmhmm.

[She nods, slowly realizing that, and thumbs over her shoulder.]

I've got a flying boat, you see. Moored down at the docks.

Then you'll show me, yes?

[Food first maybe but...]

[She makes a great show of thinking about it, tapping her chin with a finger.]

[As if, for one moment, she doesn't want to show that particular thing off.]

Oh, I suppose.

Food first, then?

[She'll wait. She's trusting you!]

[She nods]

Absolutely - adventure needs to happen on a full stomach. This way!

[And she'll lead, in her way, to a dim-looking little bar-ish establishment. The place where the operative word for the meals is 'hearty' and it's best not to investigate too much further and, instead, look at the bottles.]

There's a dozen like these are here, I'm sure.

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